ROADTRIP!

The joy of the end of a job is rather unbelievable. Better than chocolate perhaps? I cannot wait for school to start, but before that I have an amazing 2 weeks planned--or rather unplanned to assure random fun--with Meghan in BC. One of the first stops is at the little blue castle place in the mountains on the way to Kelona. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. If you ever took a roadtrip to BC as a kid you know what I'm talking about! It's a creepy little kids park in the woods with ceramic figurines of cartoon characters, but you can also pay a dollar for a film container full of fish pellets to feed the largest freeking gold fish in the province. Last time I was there some humorously perverted people went through the park and rearranged all the figurines in, shall we say "sexually explicit" poses. The image of Tigger humping Igor is forever branded in my mind--no wonder Igor was always so gloomy if that's what he had to deal with on a daily basis (it also explains the pink ribbon). Either way, this roadtrip is well earned and sure to make for some good reading material!

drawing the line

Sometimes it's interesting to "suppose" yourself into--and out of--a situation. "What would you do if..." games are always entertaining. "Where do you see yourself in 10 years from now?" or "What would you do with a million dollars?" or "Would you sell your spleen on the black market if you had no other way to feed your family?" are all interesting theories to "suppose" upon. But there comes a place, my friends, where theory becomes reality and the line must be drawn. I have wisely been taught not necessarily to hide my beauty if it can help me out in a situation. I've applied this rule to serving, as pretty hair and a giggle can make a 5% tip rocket to a 25% tip if one's waiting on boys............but girls? That's right people! A chick was hitting on me today in the restaurant and I was NOT ok with it!

Scene: BPs restaurant.
Time 12:30AM.
Cast: me, man manager, and lesbian girl.

Dialog:
me: "can I get you guys a table?"
lesbian girl: "that man was helping us, but you can instead cause you're hotter"
me: ".....riiiiiiiiiiiiiight....(uncomfortable laughter)"

Here's the line, here's the line being drawn.

Ms. Ebenezer Scrooge

Maybe it's just the accountant in me, trying to get out or something, but I've seriously turned into a money counting addict. I think this may be because my only joy in working 2 jobs is the bling I bring home at the end of the night. Sore feet? $21.45. Body smells like a thai, beef, garlic, meat sauce dish? $34.99. Road trip to B.C. in two weeks? Priceless.